naida supnet - Every Poet's Vision

Alone under a tree, a vision comes to me
People will look at me, with satisfaction I can see
I will smile back at them, whoever they may be
Until we smile all along, smiling happily

I walk towards home with a pen in my hand
Scribbled all the thoughts that come to my mind
Till the stars in the sky, appear, then out of sight
Tomorrow and onwards continue I will write

That was many years ago, cause now I am old
My works are accepted, that is I was told
As I sit in my chair, with my hair growing white
People look at me with a smile in their hearts

Though now I am about to bid farewell to the world
I have no regrets, It's my time to be called
I will leave feeling glad with a smile on my lips
Thankful for the happines, I was able to give.

naida supnet

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